The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Secretly watching as they
Gossip about me.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Making up lies
To try and be popular.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
As I think and wonder
Why do I live
In this ruined world?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- To a friend by Vinko Kalinić
- A Life Of Lorenzo Da Ponte:Talent Flies; Practical Reason Walks
- 歐盟
- NO SE VIVIR ASI by victoria luisa mora paoli
- Robert Burns: Prologue: Spoken by Mr. Woods on his benefit-night, Monday, 16th April, 1787
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 99. ’Twas One of Those Dreams. Томас Мур.
- Son Of A Scoundrel by Shel Silverstein
- Tale of the Pope and of His Workman Balda
- Apology poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Upon a Lady’s Fall Over a Stile, Gotten by Running From Her Love by William Wycherley
- Владимир Британишский – Картина
- The Last Breath of a Ship by Tri Tran
- The Worlds Greatest Smoke Off by Shel Silverstein
- Benlomond by Thomas Campbell
- Invocation by Marilyn Hacker
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